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changed character ; the tender blooms vanished, 
but the tall shrubs and the Peonies and Flower de 
Luce sturdily grew and blossomed, save where that 
dreary destroyer of a garden crept in — the desire 
for a lawn. The result was then a meagre expanse 
of poorly kept grass, with no variety, color, or 
change, — neither lawn nor front yard. It is ever 
a pleasure to me when driving in a village street 
or a country road to find one of these front yards 
still enclosed, or even to note in front of many 
houses the traces of a past front yard still plainly 
visible in the flourishing old-fashioned plants of 
many years’ growth. 
